I think its fair to say that Jesus did some unreasonable things during his ministry. He went against the grain. I might be called to do something unreasonable myself, and I am wondering about you…..How far would you go to find the truth ? Would you do something that everyone around you would call unreasonable, just because Jesus said so ? I am interested in hearing from you, I want to know the most unreasonable thing the Lord has ever asked you to do ,and most importantly…..did you do it ??

Contrary to popular belief…I do not have all the answers. About anything. Marriage ? No. Children? No. Friends? No. Cooking? No. Holy Spirit ? No. Church? No. Music? No.

               What I do know is that if Jesus asked me to wait in the upper room for a promise from the father, I would do it. I am waiting now, waiting for promises that Jesus has spoken either to me or about me. I am waiting.

                      I will waste my life on you, sitting in the upper room

                    I am a flower waiting to bloom, blow on me Jesus

                    with the warm breathe of spring…I’m waiting,Im keeping

                    the promise in my heart, the place its been right from the start.

made you look ! Ha ha ! Seriously, my oldest son, Adam is at home with a fever today. I am always amazed at the way my heart breaks when one of the kids is sick. I am still surprised at the way my body aches when theirs does. It never stops. Previously on this blog, I was looking for a picture of the father…..but I think I found it in the heart of a mother.

              I know God’s heart breaks when mine does, and I know he aches when I do…..my father speaks to me and touches me in ways that I can understand. The love of a child, the protection of a parent. Thanks God…..I got it.

If my heart is a garden for my lover(jesus) to come and rest in me…..How then does he find my garden today ? Peaceful, well-maintained, beautiful……if you ask me, I’d say “not so much” THANK GOD, he does not ask me. My lover sees the good, even when the enemy of good has been hard at work ,peeking over the hedge of my garden, like a nosy neighbor,pointing out the weeds.

                      Thank you Lord for the rain today….inside and out, my garden really needed it.

I dreamed last night that I sold my house to Paula Deen, so being the hospitable person that she is….she invited me over for a Christmas party. There was every kind of food imagineable, catfish, shrimp-n-grits, steak. There were 2 kitchens and a bar. I was just picking out a miniature pie shell with some kind of shrimp and spinach when Thomas woke me up ! I hate that.

First of all , I am tired of being in adolescence with God. Throwing temper tantrums, mood swings, and the jealousy I feel whenever God is paying attention to someone other than me. I’m just too old for that, and frankly, I am not the only one . I think God is too. He keeps giving me tests, and trying to pull me into adulthood with him, but just like my teenager……I take 3 steps forward and two steps back. aargh !

         Second, when did the world start spinning so fast that when you don’t feel good, no one has time to give you a cup of chicken soup ??

                    I woke up wrong, wrote this song, watched t.v. for way too long,but hey I know you love me still.

                I know all about good intentions, they lead me around like bad directions, I know what I should do, just give it up and lean on you.

              I’m scaping the dirt of this day from under my fingernails, saying goodbye to the times I’ve failed….and hey, you love me still.

                             you love me still, you love me soft, you love me sweet, you love me lost, you love me fiercely,you never count the cost.

For months now, I take my kids to school( with the exception of Isaiah),and I watch the kids walking in and walking out. I sit in the car and wonder, actually I LAMENT !”why can’t Isaiah just be normal?”

                       What is wrong with me ?? Why would I want a normal kid ??

                          Isaiah is funny and smart and charming, he loves God, he loves dogs, but most of all he loves ME ! Even with all of my oddities and hang-ups, he loves me. My son might not be like all the other so called normal kids, and that can be hard at times, but hey…he hasn’t been on this planet for that long. Maybe he just hasn’t adjusted to the culture yet. Maybe, if I am very lucky, he never will.

                                      Cowboy butterfly

                          rough and soft

                                     tough and sweet

                        wings, but also feet

                                   down in the dirt

                       and up in the sky

                              my beautiful cowboy butterfly

• fountain cokes
• kid’s knock knock jokes
• fresh sheets to sleep in
• kids right out of the bath
• the bachelor (sue me….I’m human)
• my husband’s hair
• getting my back scratched
• hiking

I love spontaneous worship too ! Last night, I put Isaiah into my bath tub, turned on my favorite song, and before I knew it, the LORD had slipped into the room, too. It was awesome.

As anyone who reads this knows…I love to write. And I get lots of lyrics, but what I need is a melody. So if you see anything here that sparks a melody, or tune in you, let me know.

                      I am storing up what God gives me, but I know he wants more.